Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Camouflage,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Vainqueur,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.